Love Unspoken

Chapter 1467 In the morning, Quinn woke up and noticed Alexander was missing. Sprout was next to her, playing with his feet and babbling, and Brandy was nowhere in sight.

Quinn rubbed her eyes. Alexander hadn't taken Sprout downstairs for breakfast today.

She got out of bed, changed her clothes, picked up Sprout, changed his diaper, and made him sformula before getting herself ready.

Then she carried Sprout downstairs. Olivia was in the kitchen, and Brandy was under the sofa, fiddling with a Rubik's Cube.

"Brandy, where's your Dad?" Quinn asked.

Brandy looked up and shook her head, looking clueless.

Quinn felt a bit suspicious. Where did Alexander go so early? She put Sprout in the stroller and went to the kitchen to ask Olivia, who was making soup. Olivia looked puzzled and shook her head, saying, "I don't know. I thought he was still in bed." Seeing Olivia wasn't lying, Quinn turned to leave the kitchen.

She picked up her phone and saw a message.

Alexander: [Something cup. I'll be out for two days. Wait forto cback.] Quinn frowned slightly. What was he up to now? Could Alexander have gone to Arcturus? He didn't tell Quinn, and she decided not to press him. If he didn't want to share, questioning him wouldn't change that.

So, Quinn replied simply: [Okay.] With Alexander gone, she had to stay hwith the kids and couldn't go out with Abigail for her blind date.

Luckily, Abigail already had someone in mind and wasn't planning on any more dates. When she found out Alexander was out, she showed up at Quinn's house not long after. She was peeking around the door when Quinn saw her. "Abigail, what are you looking at? Alexander isn't here." Abigail grinned. "Good." She quickly walked in and patted Brandy's head. "I haven't seen you in a while. You've grown taller. Do you still remember me?" Brandy stared at her for a moment, then nodded and grinned. "Abigail." Abigail pinched her cheek. "Good. Did you miss me?" Kids don't hide much, and Brandy honestly said, "A little bit." Abigail pouted. "I bet it's because your dad is back, and you've been sticking to him and forgot about me, right?" Brandy shook her head quickly. "No." "Just kidding," Abigail said, sitting on the sofa with Brandy in her arms. "Where did your dad go?" "No idea," Brandy replied.

Abigail looked at Quinn. "You don't know either?" Quinn shook her head.

Abigail said happily, "That guy is always so mysterious. But it's good he's gone. I'll stay here for two days, so I don't have to go back and be nagged by Alvin." When Alvin called to check on her, Abigail could send him a video showing she was staying at Quinn's place. "Did Elliot message you?" Quinn asked.

Abigail pouted. "No, I guess his parents probably won't agree." Then she added, "No worries. There's still Jonah. It's not a big deal." She had clearly made up her mind. Quinn couldn't think of a good reason to persuade her otherwise, especially since Landon was so unpredictable, and she didn't want to interfere. If Abigail really didn't like him, it would be a relief.

After all, Landon and Alexander had a serious grudge and had nearly killed each other before.

Abigail played with Brandy for a bit, but soon got bored and wanted to drag Quinn out shopping.

Brandy loved going out. As soon as Abigail mentioned shopping, Brandy was all in, and Quinn had to bring Sprout along too.

Abigail sighed, "Not working and just having fun gets old fast. I need to find something to do." Quinn nodded. "So, are you thinking about going back to work?" Abigail shrugged. "Maybe. I've been on so many blind dates lately, I'm about ready to puke. I'd rather work than go on another one." She suddenly spotted an art gallery and walked in. Looking at the paintings, she sighed, "It's been ages since I last painted." Quinn glanced at her, remembering how Abigail once dreamed of becoming a great artist. But since leaving Amber Bay, she hadn't seen Abigail pick up a brush.

Abigail suddenly remembered something. "Hey, where's that big box of paintings I gave you?" Quinn fell silent.

She hadn't even had a chance to look at those paintings before Alexander burned them.

Those memories had been buried deep in Quinn's heart, but Abigail's words brought them back, stirring up a wave of emotions.

Seeing her expression, Abigail guessed most of it. She sighed, ar patted Quinn's shoulder, and said, "When get the tools, you can be my medel again. And your kids too.

Great, now I have three models." Abigail said this with a smile, but Quinn felt a mix of emotions watching her.

Abigail took Brandy to another part of the gallery and pointed to a painting.

of this a "I know the artist of this one. She's my Classmate. Her paintings are actually displayed here." Quinn also went over to take a look. She didn't understand art, but it didn't stop her from being impressed.

"Abigail, isn't your birthday coming up?" Quinn suddenly asked.

Abigail's smile froze, and she looked at Quinn with mock resentment. "Quinn, can you not bring that up? Don't you know women hate birthdays after thirty?" Quinn was taken aback. "Really? Sorry." Abigail waved her hand. "Forget it, I'll forgive you this time. But don't mention it again."

Quinn nodded and continued to follow Abigail around the gallery. It was quite large, with many paintings on display on the first floor and more on the second floor, but it wasn't open to the public. They spent over an hour there, and the biggest takeaway was that it reignited Abigail's interest in painting. Abigail handed Brandy to Quinn. "I have a set of tools at home. I'll go get them. Seeing all this has madeeager to paint." Abigail was always so energetic. She left the two kids with Quinn and rode off on her motorcycle.

Quinn had no choice but to hold Sprout in one arm and lead Brandy with the other to catch a cab.

In the car, the driver glanced at them through the rearview mirror and joked, "Such a young lady with two kids already?" Quinn looked at Brandy beside her and then at Sprout in her arms, suddenly realizing she was a mother of two. Quinn smiled. "Yep." The driver remarked, "Taking kids out alone is tough." The driver was quite chatty, and Quinn found herself talking with him off and on.

Quinn took out her phone and glanced at it. Alexander still hadn't replied. Where on earth did he go?